Right all I have name changed. I am a regularly "lifer" penis beaker etc.
Oh, DH and I have been together for 10 years, we have one DD6. and things were good for a while!
Since dd has been born I have been in hell and things have been getting progressively worse.
For the last two years DH has done nothing I MEAN NOTHING; I have run my self into exhaustion, Everyone has been worried about me huge amount of weight loss no ability to really hold a conversation etc.
About a month ago things got really really bad I kept crying all the time for no reason. Felt awful and really physically ill.
I ended up at the doctors early Monday morning (9th) I was diagnosed with exhaustion, and serve stress which had made me very badly anxious not depressed. I was put on an anti depressant to help level me out, and a tablet for the "bad" days. Within about 48 hours I started to feel better. Like I could breath again, the palpitation that I didn´t realise had been there had gone, the constant feelings of stress, anxiety, fear and being helpless had gone. the head ache that I had had for months disappeared and I got my first decent nights sleep in YEARS.
Even better over the next few days the "fog" and knots in my head started to clear.
Monday this week I asked DH to move out for a bit so I could clear my head and work out what I want to do. I asked for Space and Peace, he moved in with MY PARENTS: since then things have gone from bad to worse.
I have been treated to the 1001 reason you DH is SOOOO wonderful by my mother, the extended disco chorus of how much he loves me, I´ve been told that DH is faultless and this is all my fault by my parents. Its been awful. So bad that last night I am ashamed to admit after hanging up on my mother mid your DH is distraught you are being so nasty to him that I pulled the phone out of the wall and sat on the floor and cried for hours.
My parents have very clearly thrown their support behind DH and I have no one, to help me do what I want to do.
I begged for space last night, and I have been told I can´t have it (what my dad actually said is so horrid I don´t want to type it) so I have been forced to meeting with DH sooner than I feel able to, and I don´t want to because he will just brow beat me again and make me feel like total and absolute shit.
I don´t know what to do.